A Decoupage Birth Story, Part IV

If you haven’t already read the other parts to this story, click HERE to get caught up.

*SNAP

I hear my necklace break, in the same way a vivid dream can startle you awake, I am suddenly wide-eyed. 

I glance around but before I can register where exactly I am, I notice a small heaviness on my chest. 

I blink, look down, and there she is, clutching the chain of my necklace in her impossibly small fist. Here in the quiet calm of the early morning, I finally meet my daughter for the first time. It takes a minute for me to determine I’m no longer deep in dreamland. This is in fact, real. SHE is real.


keep reading…

A Decoupage Birth Story, Part I

To jump to a different part of this story, just click these links:
PART II
PART III
PART IV

My last baby’s birth story. Big, deep breath. 

It’s not the story I wanted to write. In fact, I’ve basically avoided it for a full year. 

On May 23, she turns one (!!!), and it’s finally time I share the story of how she got here. It’s a wild one, a total whirlwind, and unlike any of my other birth experiences.